The Means to the End

Must be a means to the end
I'm calling off all bets
Done playing the game
But you've not grown tired yet

Inspiration fueled from the
flames of anger
Outside it's turning cold
The fire, still burning; the game
still growing old

Rhyme without reason
continues through all seasons
So sad that these flames cannot
melt your heart
Just know-that the present is not the past
Believe it to be and nothing will last

Try to deceive me
My head's too clear for this
Try as you like
but can't seem to read me
Don't like to believe it
But i'm reading You
Like a script

What do you
want
What you
take
what will keep you close?
Deceit-lies-untruths
The truth spares no one

The truth..........spares no one
Stop the revolution
Counterproductive solution
There's no truth in your illusions

The truth
spares
no one

And hey, Don't feel so 'turned away'....
That would be taking My place